I was fortunate enough to spend some time this week with two good mates: Tam, probably the best Engineer in Ayrshire, and Big Al, the man who makes sure my stories reach the world.
Those meetings reminded me of the importance and value of friendships shared in real time, there was nothing virtual about them except the moment I virtually peed myself laughing.
One avid JP Associates fan enjoys a refreshment in the Shore Bar with the author on his first tour. Andrea loved every minute as she discovered where her favourite characters hang out and all about the Leith they inhabit.🕵️♀️
Old habits die hard. Five to five in the Shore Bar and their chairs remain empty but come five o’clock Bob and Tod will take their usual seats. They’ve something to discuss and his name is Tamworth Shaw.
Beasty caught red-handed
Wie drugs that wirnie branded
An a poke o chips wie vinegar an salt,
Oan the M74 the polis ca’d a halt
Tae that kinda thing,
Anyin wid think it wis Spring.
Scotland’s politics in disarray.
Aw the fundins gaun away
So’s the folk that count it.
Last seen heading doon the M74
Wie a poke o chips an somethin more.
AddNib’s weather WARNING
Any chance ye hud
O savin oan yer heatin, forget it bud.
The thermo in the ha says -1
A’m pennin this in fingerless gloves, noo that’s nae fun…A can tell ye!
This is causin pandemonium,
Think I’ll go tae a condominium…
Coming soon to an armchair near you. A story of monks, nuns, abbots, abbess, kings, princes, warriors, laymen and Dracula! Set in 7th century Northumbria the Scribe will take you on a journey into unknown territory, a journey that for some meant no going back.
Raab says he isnae a bully
An he means whit he says, truly.
Ye see he learned fae the best
How tae lie through yer vest
Silk vests muffle sound
Better even than a Boris round
O drinks that ne’er happened.
A see a nice wee island’s fir sale
A measly huner an fifty grand
An nine miles awa fae land
Whit aboot a Scottish Alcatraz
Wie drink an blaff an aw that jazz
Extended holidays fir forked tongues
Naebody aroond tae gie ye bungs?
Aye, a scribe can only but dream.
AddNib’s weather WARNING
Wa tae wa sun till 11 o’clock
Then ye can discard yer 50 sun block
An howk oot the mouldy brolly
The efternin is no sae jolly!
Centrica post profits 3 times mair
Than whit they posted yesteryear
Whae says opportunity disnae knock
Gaun post it through ma letterbox
Instead o yon Sheriff’s letter
Haen me taen awa in an iron fetter.
SNP gan keekin fir a leader
Pity help the bleeder
Sae much dribble,
Micht hae tae wear a feeder.
Yon rise no big enouch fir the EIS
Weel it kens best,
A teaching degree scrivven oan its vest.
An yin day rolls oan tae the next
Wie soaring profs fir some
An ither prof cast oan its bum
While we sit waitin in the wings
Until anither hopefu cuckoo sings.
Things gan better wie Shell
Unless yer auld an died o hypothermia
Undiscovered fir weeks
Leaves an awfie smell
An a bad taste in yer mooth
Enough tae gie shareholders a drouth
That’s only quaffed by champers
An aw nicht party pampers
The fa o Rome taks money shapes
Maist o them hidden by yon silken drapes
Corruption, perversion, greed an bile
An whit maks it aw the mair vile,
Tis a failing circus covered by yin smile.
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Thank you for your patience. All eight novels are now for sale on Lulu.com in paperback and ebook format.
Be aware that I have changed the name of book 7, Beyond Good and Evil, to Polis & Poltergeist.
Book 9, The Weaver’s Daughter, will be joining the collection on Lulu.com in early February this year.
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